Information High [Balamb Garden]

[Aschen Windseer]

The wait was over.

Not as in, the wait to begin searching for the new whereabouts of the Windseer Carnival, but to come out of his hiding place in that quaint little secret place in the training area that he had heard some female students talk about in the town.

Aschen Windseer dropped from the tree with a silent, elegant landing, expectable from any gypsy acrobat worth her salt. Brushing off his clothes with a few swift brushes of his hands, he woke himself up from his over-night stakeout, and reviewed the plan. He had stayed nice and put in Balamb for two months, gathering knowledge, funds and the equipment he would need by selling and trading alchemical goods. In fact, his artistic perfumes had actually become quite a hit amongst the girls in the Garden. Both tasteful, exotic and limited, they had become excellent presents. Recently, even more, after his (her!) adorable face appeared on the local news for an interview, he had been bothered by a few to begin preparing makeup as well. Which was a good reminder, to quickly cover up the markings on his forehead with a headband. Better not let the eyebrows give him away, either, and brush his hair to look like those people.

First off, he would quickly spray his monster-repelling perfume around him, and keep to the bush. Since he would be seen leaving the training area, nobody would blame a little girl for carrying a pair of fans and some vials. Not that it would matter after they were tossed into a red backpack.
Second, find the library. Even if it were a restricted area, during classes, entering it would be easy, as soon as he figured it out. Of course, this was the first risky bit. If he were stopped, he'd have, acording to his calculations, about 5 minutes to complete his job before his fake informations were cross-checked and proven false, and then another 5 before he were found. Hopefully, the class and name he had would correspond to a girl in the right grade for his looks, whome he knew would be free from classes that morning.
When at the library, he'd have to search their information bases. Not that he'd know how, but improvisation was one of Aschen's fortes. Hopefully it wouldn't involve computers. But if it did, all it would take were a few sweet words to one of those giorgios to get them to do the work.
Steal the info, and get out. This was the jewel of his plan. Having heard that SeeD was a military institution, he had felt no guilt during the night, when he snuck into the garage, and discreetly altered the gasoline in the tanks of the cars to render them uneffective. All for the one he'd make off with for a distance, and then leave behind with the counter-agent for his alterated gas, and a polite appy-ollo-gy and explanation. And a few of his best perfumes, as an extra for the staff. Even if they detected this part of the plan early, and begun an investigation, it would serve as an excellent distraction.

Execute.

With a quick draw of a fan and perfume vial, and the vanity of a dance to help spread the scent, Aschen headed out of the secret area, and into the closest bush. The show was on.

[OOC - Anyone wishing to join in, interrupt Aschen inside the training area or as he's headed to the library.]

[oroan]

A quick flash lit part of the training area of Balamb garden. With crackling discharges jolting from his body, Oroan reformed on the branch of one of the trees. The skeletal fiend looked over his surroundings. The excursion in the town of Balamb had proved fruitless. He would examine the odd Machina later. Besides, this place was much more interesting that it had seemed at a distance. Though it seemed well defended, to Oroan is had the protection of screen door at least in the matter of keeping someone like him out of it.

He had doffed the robes he often wore, feeling that they would encumber him and make moving about more of a hassle than needed. his long red hair flowed like crimson liquid behind him as he darted about. There were a few monsters running around, nothing he felt would give him trouble, and not worth bothering with. Though the large reptile would be cause for concern if he got careless. He would have to hunt one soon enough, to see what type of challenge it could present.

He also noticed a few humans running around. Armed and most wearing similar clothing. Oroan had come to recognize such things as uniforms, denoting the people as part of a particular group. It seemed as though they were hunting, likely improving their skills, much like he often would do.

Then one emerged and Oroan noticed the monsters shying away from it. Oroan was intrigued. The human seemed to be a young female from what he could tell. He relied on sight and sound to determine things. With the lack of nostrils, mouth or any way to draw in air, he couldn't understand what was driving the monsters away from this human, though he resloved to not let it bother him and instead learn what this person was doing to generate such an effect.
"How very interesting." He 'said' to himself as he decided to follow this most interesting creature.

Then they reached the entrance of the training area, the gated area before the long hallway leading back into the Garden. Oroan figured if he were to approach the person this would be the best time. No other's were around and it seemed he didn't have to worry about an attack from the denizens of the small forest they were in. he dropped down in a smooth motion, landing in a slight crouch, his eyes boring down on the human.
You display a most interesting ability. Able to walk through such a place without a single attack directed at you by the creatures crawling through it." He 'said', directing the though based speech to the human's mind.

"I would be most interested to learn how that works." He commented as he stood up. He made sure the the inner curves of his claws faced away from the human, in an attempt to seem as non-threatening as he could.

[Aschen Windseer]

As if the sudden appearance wasn't enough, Aschen's mind, unused to telepathy, immediately burst into thoughts, criss-crossing eachother at high rate, like some kind of one-person stock exchange. He evaluated the situation calmly, and stood still for a few moments, just staring dead ahead.

The first hypothesis was that his 'professional medication' was giving him hallucinations again. Just like that time he met the sun god, and awoke topless, dangling by the ankle from the top of the council tent. Unlikely. He hadn't touched narcotics during the last day for exactly that effect. Maybe later.

A cautious step backwards was all that he allowed his body at the moment, aside from the sleek drawing of a dancing fan, brought from behind his back, to along his side. Needless to say, with a vial of Dead Pepper Perfume behind it, locked neatly behind his slender thumb. Looking over the creature, he tried to cross-reference it with anything else he knew. To his shock, nothing came up in his mind, the fiend seemed to be an unknown sort of lifeform.

Second hypothesis: sound speakers. Viable, but not considering that there had been no physical sonic vibration he could sense, and the speech was too clear for that. Also, it came in the singular, first person, indicating a directed intent as opposed to a broader range of communication. The being - whatever it was - had no mouth, but it's position, at first of attack, but then adjusted for a non-agression intent, raised the possibility of sentinence.

Third hypothesis.
If you can read my thoughts, the gypsy thought in a clear pronounciation of the common language, as he took another step back, Just echo me the word 'Jabberwocky'.
"I am confirming a theory. This is to understand the situation of this encounter, and avoid conflict." was said, verbally, in a polite, clear tone with a royal accent to it. "Please echo the word 'Erisian'."

Awaiting the answer, Aschen brought the fan, and the vial concealed behind it, before his lips. If attacked, confirming a sadder sixth theory, born in the same second as the other ten, the perfume alchemist would be sure to be able to carry out his plan.

[oroan]

Oroan allowed time for the initial surprise he had created to pass. It wasn't every day that a person had something like himself drop down in front of them and speak with them on a mental wavelength. He had gotten used to such reactions, and like many before this person, the human seemed to be trying to figure out what he was.

After a few moments, the human spoke asking him to repeat a word to confirm a theory. he had been down this road before once or twice, those who rationalized things and studied them under any situation. The type of mind the the fiend enjoyed interacting with.
"Understood, Erisian." He replied with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Don't worry. I cannot delve into your mind. Anything you wish to keep from me is not something I can take from you." He continued as he took a quick glance at his surroundings before his eyes settled on the human once more.

"I also mean you no harm. I was simply curious as to how you have been able to keep the beasts that live here away from you. Even the large reptile altered it's course to avoid you." He said as he studied the human more closely. By appearance and voice, it seemed as though his observation was correct. He would figure at this one being in the early stages of the more advanced development for it's species. Though it was hard to tell as he was in an unfamiliar world and such things might differ.

He gave a small mental chuckle. no real sound, though his body moved in a manner similar to a human's motions when chuckling.
"I forget myself. No manners. Please call me Oroan, I'm a traveler from Spira." He said. For obvious reasons he did not offer his hand in greeting, though he did incline his head slightly, though he kept his eyes on this person, not trusting one he didn't know.

[Aschen Windseer]

As soon as the fiend echoed as requested, the remaining theories, which had multiplied as Oroan 'talked' to him were dwindled down to a few, imminently functional possibilities. The being was benevolent, and would be of use. Or of no use. Or malevolent. Or both. Or, most importantly, the whole situation was still up for grabs. In any case, this was an infiltrator, just like himself. And coming from somewhere he was intending to visit, eventually. Certainly, it would be of use.

"Ashley Winters, student here at Balamb Garden. Class 3-E." Aschen, rather, Ashley repeated as well trained, in the same english tone as before, although dampened by the haste of wishing to hurry the interaction before they were seen. Having to pin Oroan as an invader was not part of the plan, at least for now. "I've developed a spray of sorts that makes most beasts confuse me with one of their own. I couldn't explain all of it now, but I can offer you some at another time."

With this, Aschen quickly flipped over his fan, revealing the vial behind it: A clear glass tube, not much larger than a shotgun shell, and reinforced by a thin metallic frame. In the center, a button shaped for the size of the thumb served to regulate the opening, through which a scent could easily leak out. Allowing just the necessary time to view clearly the instrument, Aschen quickly tucked it back into the belt, which was removed and put into the backpack. Inside it, along with a few other tools, was a smaller garter-belt with only the required perfumes for his task, which was removed and fastened around his thigh, neatly concealed by the brim of his clothes, as he looked back up to Oroan again.

"You do know this is private property... Not that I mind, but what is someone interesting like yourself doing here?" the alchemist asked, again, as he verified that nobody was approaching what risked to be a compromising encounter.

[oroan]

Oroan listened to the explanation and it made a fair amount of sense now. It wasn't something that he would even noticed unless he was present for the application. Such things were certainly impressive in their creativity and simplicity. Though he was sure the process was more of an art form than anything else.
"A clever ruse." He mentioned, examining the vial before it was put away.

He raised an eyebrow as the one claiming the name of Ashely went about fastening a garment with more things attached to it, before covering it. His gaze was more studious than perverse. He found the amount of things humans put on themselves to be rather ridiculous. Coats and articles like the one this human just applied were exceptions of this opinion he held. He wondered though, why this person was making a point to his such things in this place where they seemed to act as though they belonged.

"Actually the thought had crossed my mind when I approached. Though what brings me here is pure curiosity. i wish to learn about my surroundings, and this giant machina is truly a wonder." He explained and though he had no mouth, his eyes shifted in a way that gave him the look of having a wry smile on his face.
"Besides, do you think the majority of humans would allow me to explore this marvel. I would doubt it." He added. Oroan truly came with no intentions of causing harm. Just to explore and learn.

[Aschen Windseer]

Considering the sheer weight of pondering on what to do about the up to now unaccounted variable, besides monitoring all that could possibly go wrong with his current plan, Aschen's mind was working in overtime. First off, the creatures full capabilities were still unaccounted for, and so juggling wild information in his conscious mind was the only way he knew to keep a telepath from following his thoughts too closely. Imaginably, this was something that would be more comfortable after a few puffs of his private pipe, sadly unavailable in an academic environment. After skimming past a few songs from the radio, the other day, some local information on Balamb and the Garden, he quickly passed through an analysis.

If he were to be seen with the creature - rather, being - he would either be identified as an invader along, or separate from it. This, of course, unless he called for assistance immediately, and allowed someone else to handle it as he continued with his mission. On the other hand, should he be identified if found, having a scape goat - one that seemed more than capable of defending itself - would be an easy way to make an escape, being the lesser risk. The fact that it recognized Balamb Garden as a machine (or so the use word machina led him to beleive) was an indicative that this being was from a high technology world, and may have another usage.

After a brief second of thought, to coat himself with a perfume that nullified the previous one, the gypsy decided to keep to the part he had consigned for himself, and in the most non-committing way possible.

"Well, I'm more of a scientist than a soldier." explained Ashley in her (his) posh british accent, readjusting the headband that concealed eyebrows and forehead markings, "Protocol would require me to alert the guards, but I'd rather you not take the risk. You could try to register at the front gate as a visitor, though. Or just change to a human form, if that's among your abilities. I'm not against foreigners visiting and understanding our lands, but this is a military institution."

The situation, although still and firmly under control, still left the alchemist with a sour tang of discomfort, as he gave another scan of the corridors, deep down hoping for an interruption to remove the intimidating, although amicable, fiend.

[oroan]

"Taking a human form would be preferable. But it is outside of my known capabilities." Oroan replied, keeping his gaze locked onto the human. He gave a mental chuckle at the mention of calling for the guards.
"As it is, the guards wouldn't be able to detain me easily. This place is wide open to me." He added as he looked around.

He did understand the concept of what a military installation was. And therefore understood the point this person was trying to make.
"Granted I am also not of the criminal element... A pity, this machina would be an interesting place to explore I'm sure." He 'said'. sounding thoughtful. He doubted he could get in cloaked in his robes. It would raise suspicion that he didn't need to deal with. His eyes narrowed as he thought for a moment about the current situation.

"It seems my time is limited under these conditions. I do wonder though. Is this facility based on the principle of having defensive capabilities. Or is it here to help launch a major offensive.?" He asked. Oroan didn't particularly care for the purpose of the installation, but it was wise to learn the purpose of what was in his surroundings, and Oroan was very interested in learning about his current surroundings as they were so very different from what he had grown used to.

[Aschen Windseer]

Aschen was running out of time for banter. His cover was only as deep as his knowledge; in fact, he still wasn't too sure where the library was. "Well, I'd say that it's more for infantry training." Aschen guessed, with a confident tone, as he tried to come up with a way to disfuse the situation as peacefully as possible "Balamb Garden trains mercenaries, or specialized combat technicians such as myself, and then lends our services to whomever is willing to pay. We're politically neutral."

And then, he halted, eyes widening as he picked up a familiar scent. One of his scents, in fact, and approaching with loud giggles. The alchemist whipped one of his dancer fans from his backpack, and used it to cover his lower face in a fashion akin to those he'd seen in royal courts. "If anyone asks, shut up. You're my guardian force, OK?" Aschen quickly commanded, his fake accent tilting slightly into his usual gypsy one. Huddling closer to Oroan, againt the wall, he kept his back to a trio of approaching female students. At first, all seemed to be going according to plan, but one of the three halted behind Aschen, and stopped her other colleagues.

"Miss Windseer?" the first questioned, recognizing the clothes the gypsy wore, and sending Aschen's expression into a brief panic. "Hey, girls, Ashie's here!"
Hearing this, Aschen turned around, with a sweet an expression he, rather, she, could make, and shuffled quickly next to the girls. Folding his fan back up, he smacked it on the top of the head of the one who had spoke. "Shaddap, ya three." he playfully scoleded, now in a thick gypsy accent. "Ah'm jus' in 'ere ta visit a... Well, surprise a guy ah've gotta crush on. Keep quiet an'ah'll make it'up t'ya later, ya? Ah've been workin' on some makeup, mixed it up with some special stuff." "But weren't you a lesbian?" "A girl can make an' exception, eh. 'E's worth it, but ah'm not tellin' who it is. Don' want ya ruinin' th'surprise by accident."
Although the second layer of lies worked easily on the two who were paying attention, the third one just stared straight at Oroan the whole time, her mouth gaping into a scared squeak. An incident was just a few, ill-chosen words away.

[oroan]

"Intriguing. I wouldn't figure a mercenary group to have such a well made establishment. Though that is also a load off my mind." Mentioned the fiend. He was indeed a little more at ease about hearing this. Many times military bases did not bode well. Spira had little in the way of anything like this marvel. Aside from what he had learned about the Al-behd. Then the footsteps and giggling was noticed.
Curses. He thought as he looked to the source.

Aschen informed him it would be best to be quiet and pretend to be something called a guardian force. He momentarily wondered if that was similar to an Aeon. He would have to ask at a later point in time. In the meanwhile his new acquaintance made a show of seeming like nothing was out of place, conversing with the others about matters pertaining to getting primped up for a male, likely human. Oroan often decided to ignore the odd pre-mating rituals these odd creatures used.

It seemed to be going well, aside from one thing. A single student was staring at him, clearly about to scream. Normally Oroan would rend her apart with his claws and then leave, letting the humans sort it out after he was long gone. But he had the feeling that it would not be a very wise move. Nor would it be needed. He also doubted that being silent was going to help in this situation.

"It seems this one hasn't seen a guardian force outside of combat." He mentioned letting his speech be wide-band allowing all present to 'hear' him, hoping his assumption about the guardian forces was correct and he was to be imagined as some type of summon. He remembered Larana using such a ruse from time to time when they were spotted together. It often worked as there were rogue Aeons about.

"Do not fear young lady. I simply haven't returned to my own plane as of this moment." He 'said'. He had just played his hand, he could now only hope he hadn't bombed out. Though he was willing to bet the worst case scenario was that he would have to discorporate and leave in a hurry. Not something he wanted to do, but it would be easy enough.

[Aschen Windseer]

As the third girl was about to scream from the combined horror of Aschen's companion, and it's grizly looks, the alchemist suddenly was made alert and leaped onto the younger student, putting both hands over her mouth, giving a dismissing shrug at Oroan. Squirming around in a frightened fit, her scream was muffled, but the contact mostly calmed her down. "Comin' ta think'o'it, maybe ah shoulda' jus' snogged 'er. Goddess knows she's cute." Aschen thought out loud, to the group, as the student finally calmed down, and allowed the shorter 'girl' to just cling a bit to her side. As for Oroan, he beckoned him into the conversation, opening up the grouping around him. "Lemmie do th'talkin'." he whispered to the fiend in a quick lean, returning to the girls for a good dosage of indiscreet negotiation, peppered with an extra dosage of lies.

"Well, so there y'are. Gypsy summons don' jus' fade out like yers, we can keep 'em around. Oroan 'ere's been watchin' out fer me." Aschen begun to explain, hiding in his face a sudden bolt of inspiration. Still with his usual, fast-talking gypsy accent, he decided to make a special play. "Ey. Speakin' o' makeup an' my specialities, why don' ah make you earn a bit more than a discount? Ah've gotta hide fer a bit, my guy's outta th'garden fer a bit, but 'e's comin' 'ere. Ah jus' dunno when. Think ya two could do me a favor, for a special lipstick that makes people fain' all righ'an'proper? Migh' save y'durin' some mission. Jus' put it on their skin, an' spatcha."

To this, the three just listened in mild amazement. And then suddenly increased interest.
"You can make those?"
"An' more. Howd'ya think ah dealt wi' the nice fellows tha' live 'ere, eh."
"What is it?"
"Ah've been thinkin' ah've gotta expand. Get some more fragrances, from ou'there. Maybe... If ya guys can do it, get me some reports on the vegetation o' the merged world."
After a bit of quick negotiation, and handing over the said lipstick, Aschen waved the girls off. And turned back to Oroan.

"Well, there goes our, naw, jus' my cover. Rather, in ten mins, maybe. A' leas' my stuff gets done." the gypsy explained, his face suddenly going a bit blank, and through a quick trickster's snicker before settling to a friendlier, although still devious grin. "Still, we're good for a bit. Le's go hide in th'bush. Ya can give me time ta get outta 'ere before doin' your thing, ya? No need ta keep th'show on, tho. Aschen Windseer, perfume alchemist, ocasionally adventurer, frequently actress. Ah'd shake yer claw, but my tiny girlish mitts may fall off. No offense."

[oroan]

Oroan watched the proceedings with a high degree of interest. He was being given the privilege of watching a highly adaptable human at work. There was much more to this person than was readily apparent. It was something he noticed these odd beings were often capable. Adapting physically, situational to a degree most fiends couldn't begin to comprehend.

If he could have smiled, he would have. This person was good at redirecting attention. Granted the others were younger, and Oroan had learned that on average, it was was easier to pull the wool over the eyes of younger people. Though he didn't fail to notice how smoothly this human operated. They were trained in this. The girls were soon off and the human addressed him once more and revealed a little more about themselves.

"A pleasure Aschen. As you may or may not have guessed. I am a fiend. I reassure you that my intentions are not hostile though." He replied as he gave a small mental chuckle about the hand shaking comment. He brought up his left arm to his right shoulder, letting his claws drape over his shoulder and behind him as he gave a bow.
"You have my thanks for what you have done. As well as my apologies for my inconvenience. If possible I shall help you in any capacity I can until I have departed". Oroan knew he owed this human for the fact that they had spared him a lot of trouble.

He let his arm down and stood tensed, making it clear that he was ready for his new companion to lead the way.
"So what is it you require of me?" He asked.

[Aschen Windseer]

Aschen took mental note of the foreign greeting gesture, replicating it. If he were to end up in Spira, knowing the local traditions would be a good idea. "Ah'ope tha' girls can greet like 'at, too." the 'girl' noted, before turning back down the hall, and gesturing Oroan to follow. "Well, since ya put it that way. Personally, ah'm good. My escapes are still valid, an' all ah need is fer ya ta not hurt anyone, or blow our cover. As soon as ah get those docs, ah'm outta 'ere faster than a girl can hijack th'only workin' car an' make a gettin' good."

Reaching back into his backpack, he replaced his belts of vials around his hips, and checked the dancing fans again for good measure. "Well, as fer now, we can hide, or play around 'ere a bit. Both are good. Ah've got a baggie 'o' cover stories put aside." the alchemist said, flapping a fan-full of perfume in the general direction of the bush. After 'coughing' out some flames, a Grat weakly stumbled out and fell over, deceased. Kicking it a few times for good measure, Aschen leaned over to collect a sample. "Anyhow, from th'look 'a you... Ah dunno 'bout your kind. Normally, ah've got a real good sense of fiends, beasties an' th'like, but you're kinda off. Shifter, maybe?"

With a quick shoving of his heel, Aschen split the Grat's vine off, leaving him with a pod for him to analyse, and maybe even extract some pheromones from. "Ah do 'ave th'sense yer from somewhere wi' a good bitt'a lightnin'. Y'ain't seen more gypsies like myself on yer way, eh? Dark skin, wooden carts, colorful tents."

This question went against Aschen's better sense. His mission to find his clan was to be kept secret, to keep them from taking the fall for the havoc he'd be creating on his way back to them, and more importantly, to keep potentially dangerous sorts with too big a set of claws from invading the camp for sport. He didn't trust Oroan. But did trust the possibility of being able to extract a bit more information, and not commit himself to it.

[oroan]

Oroan gave a small mental chuckle.
"It isn't really a customary greeting. it's really only something I tend to do." He commented, giving the odd impression he was smiling, despite the lack of a mouth. He moved along with this interesting human as they went deeper into the training area as Aschen dispatched a monster while collecting something from it and made a few comments about what Oroan might be. This caused the fiend to raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not exactly sure as to what you might mean by a 'shifter'. however I do retain some electrical properties." He replied. It wasn't odd to Ororan. He had run across a few people that made a point to study fiends and monsters in depth. It wouldn't surprise him if this human was more adept than others with such things.

Though at the young human's question, he had to thin. He had run across many people, struck down the majority that he actually interacted with.
"Not to my knowledge." He replied as another Grat jumped out from the bushes to Oroan's left. Not even looking, the fiend swiped his claws out in a blur, the monster didn't even fall to the multiple pieces until it hit the ground.

"However, I am not from this world. So unless these gypsies traveled to Spira after the world merge, I doubt I would have had any interaction." He replied. As far as he knew it was the truth. Though he could have run across them and not even realized it. Human's were varied enough that it was hard for him to tell which groups each belonged to.

[Aschen Windseer]

"Well, good." the gypsy flatly said, as he flipped out another dancing fan, according to Oroan's change of posture. Keeping behind and easily clear of the fiend, the gypsy danced an artistically set ballet, the weakening enemies around them the near only indicative that this was a form of combat. Retalatory whipping evaded with a tip-toed skip, and a twirl returning a poisonous breeze, the gypsy's hands disappeared behind her (his) back every third or fourth movement, to switch between alchemical blends. As the elegant, yet slow form of combat forced him to keep slightly behind, an analysis of the situation begun to form in Aschen's mind, slightly glazed eyes hidden behind glasses and a bright smile.

The original plan had suffered deviations, but those had been easily turned into advantages. While his usual fangirls eased the social engineering half of his plan, the exit would have a renewed challenge in the form of discreetly slipping away from his new 'friend'. As if he would ever accept such a thing. Giorgios of the human sort weren't trustworthy to a dignified romani like himself, so of course not a bit more than an apparent acceptance would be given to a beastie. Well, excluding 'boko's. Those were good. After all, nothing would say that a camp full of gypsies wouldn't seem like a ripe target to it. Nonetheless, suspicions were kept confined, and a plan came together.

A crouch and swirl to move closer to a Grat was the right occasion to switch out vials again, and to dance a quick whirlwind of burning fever perfume, rendering the target a weakened mush of plantling. Hurdling from the top of the improvised stage with a somewhat brutish acrobacy, Aschen applied the same to Oroan's opponents. And a scent of beasts in heat. Since Oroan wasn't seemingly bothered by the wide spread of inhalable poisons intoxicating the air, Aschen had presumed (correctly, certainly), that Oroan was insensitive, if not immune to them. Timed correctly, it shouldn't take long for the largest, strongest beasts in the area to come flocking on the two, allowing whomever was more interested in escape to leave unnoticed, formulating a specialized plan to confuse a creature based on electricity.